My cousin Katy sent me new lipsticks!! I was really just thinking, I should go buy me a lipstick. Any time I buy a new one, I think THIS will be the color for me. THIS will be my signature color, and I'll wonder how I got along without it. I once read an article about a woman whose mother had gone the writer's whole life wearing one shade of Revlon pink lipstick, and I enjoyed that article so much I went out and looked for said shade. It was a total frosty, astronaut's wife shade, natch.
So, today maybe I will actually put on some makeup so I can try my new shades. I have, in fact, worn makeup every day, as that same cousin Katy was the one who was determined to shower and dress every day when she had tragedy, and she is my muse for this sort of thing.
I will not call her an inspiration. "You know your life's in the shitter when someone tells you you're their inspiration," she said.
And yes, I DO have a cousin named Katie and another named Katy. I never said it's be easy to read this blog. I never promised you a June garden.
At work, on Friday, they had a little surprise for us where they had us take a break and listen to music and eat cupcakes, as we'd all been working like pooches lately. It was nice. Yesterday, The Guy Who Sits Next To Me was all, "June, is that your…cupcake? In a bowl?"
"It was crumbly," I said.
"Nothing says breakup like a five-day-old cupcake in a bowl," he told me, returning to his work. He's probably right. I remember a breakup in 1992, and my friend Gertrude came to my house one evening. I'd gotten out of work at 5:00, and then in all my work clothes had laid face-down on the floor of my apartment, where she found me at, like, 7:00.
SHE WAS SO MAD. "How can you be ON THE FLOOR in your WORK clothes?" she snapped. I mean, I remember her divorce, and going over there with a sunflower at 11:00 in the morning and she was in pajamas and her eyelids were swollen to Guam. It was the WORK CLOTHES part that annoyed her. Even in all her sadness, she still woulda been organized enough to change into sweats and THEN hurled herself onto the floor.
I say that removes, like, 72% of the drama.
When I move back to my house, I will not own a TV or a couch. We both got rid of a ton of stuff, because we were convinced we'd live together forever. You know what they say: If you want to make god laugh, tell her your plans.
The point is, I think I can still get movies on my computer, right? Because I have a whole entire giant list of girl movies Ima watch and sob over like an idiot. I do not have to dress up for work, so the drama of being in a suit jacket will be missing. So far, here is my girl list of movies:
Fried Green Tomatoes
Out of Africa
Sleepless in Seattle
The Way We Were
Coocoo for Cocoa Cock
Wait. How'd that one get in there?
At least I have a plan. I also liked what one of you said in the comments, how you had a friend who was determined to learn a new skill while she was recovering from heartache, and in the end that skill became her career. See. A well-placed hooker joke would KILL right here.
The point is, Ima finally work on making a book from this blog. Every night, after work, I will come home and peruse my blog. You all sent me, MONTHS ago, passages you liked, so I'll look at all those, which will probably bore the crap out of me because usually I read my own blog and go, How do people read this? Then every once in awhile I crack myself the hell up. I found not one but two hilarious Charles Nelson Riley neckerchief jokes once, several years apart, when I was perusing this blog. See what you have to look forward to if I make a book?
Okay, I have to go to work. We have this group meeting at 9 each morning, where we're supposed to say what our priority that day is, but everyone makes it this huge to-do list so the bosses know they're SO BUSY OH MY GOD, and at the end of it somehow I got roped into reading an inspirational quote each day. You can imagine how inspirational I am right now. Mostly now it's, like, I got yer quote, right here.
Talk at you.